Our War Game
Written by Elizabeth Ross
Four months in the past
Prologue
"Dekim Barton is dead, there is no cause for battle or war anymore." A voice rang out throughout the colony The crowds of people hustling and bustling halted to a standstill, and took notice to the large screen mounted to the local T.V. news station, known to the citizens as LCT (Local Colony Television). A woman, who looked maybe 20 or so, maybe not even that, appeared on the display. Her hair was combed to light brown perfection. Even the double- breasted business suit was not rumpled.
"There is no point in fighting anymore. Drop your weapons." This indeed was a direct message to those on Earth, where the Marimeia soldiers and those opposing this force clashed. Ever since the young leader, Relena Darlien was kidnapped by the uprising Barton Foundation , the control for the United Earth Sphere was up for grabs.
"The colonies and the earth, shall live and breathe as one." The woman's face was slightly bruised, there were what appeared to be medics rushing around behind her. Ignorant of the scene in back of her, she smiled.
An abrupt cheer erupted from the massed colony residents. It almost seemed that confetti was being thrown, even if it were not the case. Kids hugged their parents, elderly breathed a sigh of relief, and the wives and girlfriends of the soldiers battling on Earth cried; whether it be joy or liberation.
It was indeed, a reprieve to the hearts of the people.
The Barton Foundation was dead; it was gone for good this time. And everyone was free of the ties of war and sorrow.
But how long can peace exist as long as bleeding hearts and conflict is constantly arising among men? Even in times of harmony, there are still forgotten cries of anguish and the constant search for revenge among the disheartened. The question is: Do people truly want this so-called "unity"?
Four months in the past
Prologue
"Dekim Barton is dead, there is no cause for battle or war anymore." A voice rang out throughout the colony The crowds of people hustling and bustling halted to a standstill, and took notice to the large screen mounted to the local T.V. news station, known to the citizens as LCT (Local Colony Television). A woman, who looked maybe 20 or so, maybe not even that, appeared on the display. Her hair was combed to light brown perfection. Even the double- breasted business suit was not rumpled.
"There is no point in fighting anymore. Drop your weapons." This indeed was a direct message to those on Earth, where the Marimeia soldiers and those opposing this force clashed. Ever since the young leader, Relena Darlien was kidnapped by the uprising Barton Foundation , the control for the United Earth Sphere was up for grabs.
"The colonies and the earth, shall live and breathe as one." The woman's face was slightly bruised, there were what appeared to be medics rushing around behind her. Ignorant of the scene in back of her, she smiled.
An abrupt cheer erupted from the massed colony residents. It almost seemed that confetti was being thrown, even if it were not the case. Kids hugged their parents, elderly breathed a sigh of relief, and the wives and girlfriends of the soldiers battling on Earth cried; whether it be joy or liberation.
It was indeed, a reprieve to the hearts of the people.
The Barton Foundation was dead; it was gone for good this time. And everyone was free of the ties of war and sorrow.
But how long can peace exist as long as bleeding hearts and conflict is constantly arising among men? Even in times of harmony, there are still forgotten cries of anguish and the constant search for revenge among the disheartened. The question is: Do people truly want this so-called "unity"?